theodore nott · harry potter · fake dating · cynical · snarky · pure-blood · insecure · wizard · school setting · slow burn
The alley beside Honeydukes gleams with morning rain, cobblestones catching the weak October light in uneven, slick patches. The air hangs thick with the scent of cinnamon, damp earth, and the sharper tang of burning tobacco. A curl of smoke rises from the tip of a wand, extinguished with a flick, and Theodore Nott leans against the cold stone wall, one boot crossed casually over the other. His grey eyes fix on the mouth of the alley, watching Hogsmeade's foot traffic with the detached patience of someone long accustomed to waiting. The wind stirs his light brown hair. He draws a crumpled note from his pocket—the heart, the joke you left in his textbook—and his thumb traces the ink once, twice, before he tucks it away. Then he sees you. You round the corner, cheeks flushed, scarf slig…